Interregnum

The city, great and prosperous

Leaves no stone

Untouched for profit

Temporary empty

The people went on holiday

And the grey confined buildings

Remains as a memory of better or

Worse times to come or go

The Square

The local village square

On the way to the big city

A place where most people go

On Monday morning

We found ourselves trapped

Under circulating police helicopters

Giving a remainder about life under war

But we are not there yet

Just on the way

While drunkards and the drug addicts

Quarrels about what and whom

War has already started

In our minds and dreams

The City On The Hill

The road to the obscured city

Was not even paved

Only the donkey I met

Encouraged me to carry on

The inhabitants had mostly

Left long time ago

Finding more profitable

And happy life’s elsewhere

Only the old people remained

Biding their time

Overlooking the sea for prey

A Gain

A day full of nightmares

Daymares

A strange city

Filled with rich angry people

Honking their horns

All the time

Let me go back

To sleep the reality

Again

The Spring War

The war started

Early in May

Being lost a surprisingly

Quick speed

We hid in our basements

Trying to make the most of it

But when the heavy rains

Started in June

We had enough

By then the war was over

But the problems remained

So we took our last money

And went to the mountain

Being treated as outcasts by

The locals

We spent the evenings

Discussing Nietzsche and kept

To ourselves

In the autumn we returned

To the city with

A completely new view of the world

Books

I cannot stay away

From all those books

They are everywhere

And I am lost when

I see them

In all shapes and forms

Here and everywhere

New worlds, new ideas

Or old world and old ideas

Never mind

Reading and learning

Has been my life

A Journey Through the City

Having no peace of mind

I went through the city

The rain had just started

Arriving at the square

Crowded with people

Some with masks

But most without

Drinking beer and congregating

The tedious quarantine

Had been to no avail

We went on like life was

Normal but still very strange

A lot of old people dying

Inside secluded institutions

Filling up the morgue

And keeping the undertakers busy

The almost empty underground

And few old people in the street

Keeping their distance

Told us that

The summer that would be different

The journey then became one of fear

And curiosity

We did not know why we were here

And what our role would be

All bets seemed open

Words

Putting all this energy on writing

Giving words to the readers

Feeding them with stories

And nuances that colors

The mind

Some small

Fragments of thoughts

The Market

Looking for answers

But I only find more question

Lost in cheap markets

Selling things of low value

Seen from distance and still

I am a part of all this

For good and for bad

Not outside but not inside

In between

The No Love City

I travel through the gray

City of no love

Greed and need built this town

Work and fear kept this place

For the power of the king by the grace of God

It Forced the people together

Poverty and starvation

Misery and the will to work

And here we are in the

Big gray city

Where love has died

Still it is very pretty

A honey trap for

The fly